The Village Of Mist...

Chapter 1

   Being born into this environment makes things unchangeable, hard to move on from, its the burn that has been imprinted into my outer layer "they" call "Skin". I spent my childhood in the ruins of the country called, "The land of Never". The village I grew up in was called "The Land of Mist". At that time I was too young to understand what the names truly meant, too young to convey the true meaning of the village. That conveyed message was the dispair of the people who have no future, no dreams, no ambition to look upon. There was no hope, no faith, no destiny to hold on to.I tryed to grasp on that last little bit of everything, trying to look at the "greener side of things" but, .... that lead to the lost of the people I once called "family" My mother left with my little sister to a place called Utopia, to me that place sounded to be hell instead of heaven, it took my one and only blood relatives in this village away from me. My father was never there to be remembered or reconigzed. He was an useless human being that had nothing.

 It became unbearable to sit and watch others suffer in front of me and me not being able to assist them in any way, shape or form. I gathered my last belongings and abandoned the place I once called home. This journey that I had taken upon myself ended shortly. I felt hot, weak, tired, drowsy, faint. The last thing that I remembered before closing my eyes, was hot homemade soup my mother would make for me after coming back from playing outside with the people "they" call friends. I felt that my soul had escaped my body, there was eternal silence and peace in my soul. I died December 21st 1230.

      The room was dark, dim yet warm. My body was heavy, cold, and felt hollow.I sat up in the bed and looked out the window in the small dark room. I remembered that night. The moon was in the middle of the sky, it looked sorrowful yet beautiful, alone yet fulfilled. I felt this burn in my arm, a pain that Ive never felt in years. It was an imprint on my arm it said "12021 Xyolo". I earned the name Xyolo that day. I gracefully up lifted myself from the bed,outside the house, and into the stream. I stared at myself in the reflection of the running water. I could not believe it was me. I had a scar across my forehead leading from the left and going to the right. My hair was Black, solid black. My eyes, were crystal blue ,Ice blue. I started at myself, amazed by the changes. "Have I always looked like this?" I asked myself. I realized I had no remembrance from my time before. I couldn't recollect anything. 

 I felt an extremly deep despair and an ominous feeling of long lost hope. The thing called "life", I had felt no more. I felt empty, hollow, and dead inside. I attempted to drown myself 5 times. Not once did I stop thinking , no once did I stop inhaling and exhaling, not once did I stop blinking. I was immortal. Is this my punishment for leaving my country, without helping others, without thinking, without looking back. That night was the new beginning of this life.  The beginning of my life as 12021 Xyolo .

Something inside of me told me to I had to move on. Something was calling me towards it.  I finally had a destiny that called for me. That had not crossed my path and overlooked me but, choose me itself. I noticed a black robe that had seemed to had been left in the chair on purpose with an addition of a glove. I had attempted to hid my number by burning myself, the number would re appear back onto my arm. I had no choice but, to wear the glove. I felt an ominous feeling about the glove. "Why would it fit perfectly covering everything ?" I left that thought in the far back corner of my mind. I later departed from that house .I walked for hours, west not knowing where I was going to, but I hoped it lead me somewhere. Hahaha "hoped"?. What Hope is there for an Immortal like me. Life is going to be the same for me for as long as I can remember. Ever since that night I woke up I don't remember anything that happened previously just of what had started.  I drifted upon this town named Ice Fall. It seemed as if the town had been abandoned for some strange reason.It was dark and gloomy, it seemed to cover with this ominous Mist. As I walked further into the town I start to see dead crops, Frozen water, and skeletons and corpses still in clothing. "Hmmm seems this town wasn't abandoned but, everyone died instead." That night it had started to storm. I had to make refuge into this abandoned town. I layed down in one house and there, was an abandoned little girls room. It was destroyed and dismantled apart. Blood marks and smears with fingerprints in them on the floor. I heard a faint sound. It sounded like, a music box. The music was slow and depressing, I felt a weight lingering in my chest, I stood in the bedroom doorway just listening. Listening to the sound of the rain rushing down the side of the walls of the house,the pelates hitting the ground and seperating into million of driplets, the sound of water that sounded to never end. It sounded like, as if the sky was crying, it lost its little girl. They wanted her back but, could not find her.I pledded for the sky to stop, to stop looking for that little girl.She was gone forever and to never come back. I fell to my knees and begged for "them" to stop. Stop crying.The sound of the rain sounded like million of the peoples tears falling and vanishing. Screams fadeing into nothing.I held onto my ears to block it out but, then I heard the thunder, the deep rumbles sounded like the anger people felt. That was left and abandoned due to the selfishness of others.I layed in the middle of the floor listening to the water run downhill, into the stream that had been frozened over. The stream was not far from the town. The pain increased as I listened to the music box play the tune over and over again. What was this "pain" I felt in this hollow body. I started humming the tune. I hummed it so much that it had started to become "familiar" to me. It reminded me of something but, it could never come to an ephinany. I never felt so "unreal" and "un alive" in this phase called a "life".